Darkness and a shred of light

A weighted thing lays atop me

My words the only thing in sight

And the whirling wind blowing at three

Trapped in a corner, I can move freely

The shred of light I can blow out

There’s nothing to scare me really

I’ll wake up to light eventually no doubt

 

 

 

 

(I forgot to publish this poem for Hour 19, it was still in my notebook 😂)